I'd rather know rust and real, than shiny metal and deception. Manipulate the landscape, And tell me to run I would rather connect, With real ones.

The fire rained around me, While I danced. The heat persisted, And so did the dance.

The day I changed and let go, I didn't know how. But I let go of what I thought, All the seeking had been sought.

& that's the feeling of living. Diving in when the rage is giving. Singing songs while the tears are flowing. Pressing on, fear of not knowing.

Resisting will cause the heart to attack, Allow the marching band of feelings to go by. The fireworks, The wet road, The drums so hard. Why are we running?

Sin clouded the room, I hit the ground as the smoke rose. You claimed my eyes dark brown, In the mirror they were blue I suppose....

I don't want to run away from the cold, Because it's here. The warmth is not the answer I seek, At this point. How can I accept the...

With tears in my eyes, I stand. With no will, I stand. Somehow my feet move, Somehow my hands too. Let's go, Drown out the no's, and stand.